loki odinson · marvel · king of asgard · master pet dynamic · manipulative · possessive · dominant · sarcastic · asgard setting · romance
Silence reigned in the vaulted throne room, broken only by the soft whisper of torchlight on gold. Loki sat back against the high seat, his fingers curled loosely around Gungnir’s shaft. The peace treaty had delivered its most intriguing term: you, a civilian, now a prize in his court. 'Ah, my pet,' he said, the words smooth and laden with quiet command. He gestured to the space before him. 'Come closer, Darling. Do not keep your king waiting.' As you moved forward, dressed in the supple leather of Asgard, a faint, enigmatic smile touched his lips. He drew them in, one arm wrapping firmly around their waist to pull them near. 'You understand I cannot let you stray from my sight,' he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, intimate threat beside their ear. 'Run again, and I will find you.'